Note from the author: This story is a work of fiction, loosely based on a recent trip to the Bay area. I hope you enjoy the story, and I would love to hear feedback, comments, ideas, or suggestions. It would also be great just to hear that you enjoyed the story. My e-mail address is riverrat56@hotmail.com
My Castro Adventure
I was really looking forward to visiting California to help my brother move. We are both in our thirty's, he being one year older, and have always been close Because of my family and work commitments, I take every any workable opportunity to visit him. I had planned to go with my wife Suzie, but our childcare arrangements fell through, so I decided to go alone. I was both sad and excited as I boarded the aircraft after kissing Suzie and kids good-bye. I'm no jet-set traveler, so flying is still exciting and new. The plane wasn't full, so there was only one other guy in my row. The direct flight was 2 1/2 hours long, so Tim and I chatted to fill the time.
I introduced myself to Tim "Boy, I think they shrink these isles every time I fly"
"I know what you mean, I can barely get my knees in"
I was really looking forward to some time away from the 3 kids and from work. Although this was not a vacation, there would be some time for sight seeing in San Francisco. I was born and raised in the mid-west, and always enjoy traveling, but this was my first time to go alone. I was feeling free and cocky, ready for some adventure. Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and family, but I was pretty stuck as a husband and father. The furthest thought from my mind was a sexual adventure, but that's exactly what happened.
I was completely absorbed, watching the take off, feeling the powerful engines push me back into my seat. As we began to level off, Tim asked "Heading for home?"
"No, just leaving home. I'm going to help my brother move into his new house in San Francisco. Are you heading home?"
"Yes, I come back one a year to visit my folks. I'm anxious to get back to California where life is more relaxed and everyone is not so uptight."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the mid-west is so conservative. If you dress different, or cut your hair funny, or wear an ear ring in the wrong ear, everyone freaks out."
"I guess I never thought about it much, but my brother lives in California for similar reasons. He's gay and found it very uncomfortable living here. In San Francisco he has a political voice and can be open about his lifestyle."
"Your brother and I have a lot in common. Does he come home to visit his parents?"
"Just like you, about once a year, usually at Christmas."
Tim and I continued to chat, and talked a lot about the political religious right getting involved in our bedroom activities. As I had guessed, Tim told me he was gay, living in the Castro area, and had found financial success in the Bay area. The only other person I knew who was gay was my brother, and I never asked him any personal stuff, but with Tim, I was able to talk about his life partner, the trials and tribulations of a gay relationship. I began to see Tim in a new light, not as a gay person, but as a person. I also noticed his smile and his blue eyes.
My brother doesn't have a car, not a practical item in San Francisco, so I rode to his house in a shuttle van. I am always amazed at how beautiful the city is in the sunshine, and how cool it can be in the middle of summer. Scott lives in the Castro neighborhood, in a Victorian house divided into flats. It was great to see him again, and we enjoyed a quick lunch before he left for work. He suggested I do some sight seeing for the afternoon and he would get off work at 8:00pm. I walked with Scott to the Castro MUNI station and got off at the Powell Street Station. Scott continued on to work.
It felt both strange and wonderful to be alone in such a marvelous city. I rode the cable car to Fisherman's wharf, and enjoyed some clam chowder and sourdough bread at the wharf. I sat on a bench near the harbor and watched the sea lions. I rode a bus up to China town, and enjoyed shopping in stores, and bought souvenirs for the kids. I walked back to Powell Station for the subway ride home. Being from the mid-west, I was unprepared for the number of people riding the train during rush hour. It took me awhile to be sure I was in the right place, and finally found myself packed in like sardines.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the man in front of me. He was like a page out of GQ magazine. The suit was tailored and must have cost hundreds of dollars, the hair cut was precise, the cologne was impressive. I had never seen anyone more beautiful in my life, and had never considered a man to be beautiful. He was reading a paperback book, completely alone and self assured in a crowded train. At the various stops, we were jostled back and forth, and I found myself pushed up behind him. My personal space was being invaded, and I wanted off the train, but to my great surprise and horror, I was getting hard. I felt a curious attraction to this guy in front of me.
Back in college, when my brother came out of the closet, I did a lot of soul searching, and got rid of most of my homophobic cobwebs. I love my wife deeply, but something was triggered and my hormones were awakened by this stranger. I had only caught a quick glimpse of his face, which was perfect, and had now memorized the back of his head. Every bump on the train sent a thrill to my groin. I brought my hand to adjust my cock, and felt it get trapped when the train lurched. My breathing increased and my senses heightened from the intense sexual excitement. He made no effort to move away, but neither did he press backwards. I caught his face as he left the train, and detected a slight smile as he disappeared into the crowded station.
As the doors closed and the train moved forward, I realized that it was the Castro station. I had to get off at the next stop, and ride a train back in the opposite direction. The sudden rush of sexual excitement confused me. I had experienced attractions to other guys before, and knew that this is fairly typical, but never to such a heightened level that I felt today.
Walking the streets of Castro at dusk is a real interesting experience. I was always amazed at the numbers of same sex couples, and it takes me awhile to adjust to California laid-back attitudes. I guess I expected it to be seedy and dirty, but it was well lit, clean, and charming. I slipped in and out of several stores, including a bookstore with some adult material, but in a very clean and up-scale environment. I was tempted to try a gay bar, but chickened out.
Scott arrived shortly after me, and we went to his favorite hangout, Hot & Hunkys, and enjoyed a great hamburger and French-fries. It was great to catch up on old times, family stuff, and current events. Scott seemed to know a lot of people in the restaurant and on the sidewalks and always introduced me as his little brother. On the way back to flat on Hartford Street, we slipped into the corner bar. I was a little uncomfortable at first, but it was a nice inside, and I could feel myself relax.
Scott suggested we play some pool, which sounded like fun. When we moved back towards the table, I caught sight of the man from the subway. My heart started pounding, my psalms sweaty, and I fought the urge to run away. Scott racked the balls up and asked me break. I moved towards the other end of the table, and had to wait till the subway guy moved. While waiting, I got a chance to scope him out. He was white, about thirty-ish, light brown hair and blue eyes. He was more casually dressed, but still expensively. He spoke in a rich baritone voice, and it took me a second to realize he was talking to me.
"Excuse me, let me make this shot and I'll get out of your way"
"No problem."
It only took a second before he moved around to the other side of the table. I made a horrible break shot, not sinking a single ball. I kept finding myself looking at him, and even Scott noticed that I was preoccupied.
"Sorry, I guess I'm just tired, jet lag. It's one o'clock at home. Mind if I just sit and watch you play?"
Scott replied "No problem. I see John's about finished, maybe he'll help me finish the game."
I wasn't sure who John was, but soon learned he was my subway man.
"John, this is my little brother Zac, he came in to help me move this weekend. Zac, this is my friend John."
I replied "Hi John, nice to meet you." My hands were sweaty and I wiped them on my pants. I saw the twinkle in his eye as he shook, and a smile full of perfect teeth. His grip was firm but not oppressive.
"I think we met on the subway this afternoon" he stated with a smile and a twinkle in his eye.
I replied, stuttering in my own embarrassment "I wasn't sure it was you. Those trains get real crowded, sorry if I bumped into you."
"No problem, it's like that for me every night going home. You kind of get desensitized to people being real close, but I had you pegged as a tourist, and that you were real uncomfortable. Don't worry about it."
My mind was whirling with thoughts of being 'detected' and that maybe he did notice more than he said. I was able to watch him play pool with Scott, and found myself admiring the view, being embarrassed and confused by the attraction. When they finished, the three of us went back to the bar for a quick beer.
John asked me "So, your brother tells me you're married with kids, just like the TV show?"
"Well, I'm not Al Bundy, but I am married and have 3 kids. My wife is back home with the kids while I'm here. That was a real sharp suit you were wearing. What kind of work do you do?"
"I'm a bank manager with Bank of America. I have to dress like a 'stuffed shirt' every day, and can't wait to get more comfortable. Well, I need to get home and to bed, a long day tomorrow. Good night."
He walked one way, and Scott and I the other.
I asked "How long have you know John?"
"We met a couple of years ago. A nice guy, but he has a wild streak. Should have seen him at the Halloween Parade!"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Castro goes kind of crazy that night, kind of like Mardi Gras in New Orleans. John had on a body suit costume, which left very little to the imagination, and a lion's head mask. Let's just say, he was the talk of the neighborhood."
"Have you ever been out with him?"
"We're just friends. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, it just seemed like you knew him pretty well."
I went to bed that night, exhausted to my core. I dreamed of John and the subway train. It was one of those crazy nonsensical dreams, but it was decidedly sexual. When I awoke, I quickly realized that I'd had a wet dream, the first since I was sixteen. I didn't realize that it had been so long since my wife and I had sexual contact. It was more infrequent since the last baby was born 1 years ago. Although I could not remember the details of the dream, I knew that my attraction to John was now in my subconscious.
Scott let me sleep late, and left a note telling me he had gone to finish up the details with the utility company for the move. I was glad to be able to clean up in privacy, and thoroughly enjoyed the hot shower, undisturbed by toddlers. I had just finished shaving and dressing with Scott returned.
"Glad to see you're up and ready. Had breakfast?"
"No, and I'm hungry. Got anything to cook?"
"Yes, and anything we eat is something we don't have to move tomorrow."
Scott and I were very close in high school days, and had lots of mutual friends, many of whom abandoned him when he came out of the closet. It was very easy to get caustic about those friends, who got fat, who was cheating on whom, and Chuck getting caught in the park bathroom with his pants down. Scott really enjoyed that as Chuck had tormented him about being in the school play instead of sports.
Scott took the day off and we rented a car for a day trip down to Monterrey and Carmel. It was an excellent day, one we both enjoyed. That evening, Scott had some last minute work related phone calls to make, so I took a walk. When I passed the bar, I went inside and found myself looking for John. I felt my face light up when I saw him. He was sitting alone at the bar, and I took the stool next to him.
"Hi John. How are you doing?"
"Oh hi, Zac isn't it? It was a tough day at work. We just went through a major merger with a bank back east. I had to lay off some people today. That's the hardest part of my job."
"Hey, how about a game of pool. Maybe that will help lift your mood."
That seemed like a good idea to John. He racked up the balls and invited me to break. He quickly realized that I didn't know how to play very well, and began the task of instructing me on how to hold the cue stick, figure the angle to hit the balls, etc. I found myself enjoying his company and his touch.
"Scott tells me you made a mean lion on Halloween." I said with a smile.
"Oh my gosh! I was pretty smashed that night. It was wild, and I guess I made a real show of myself."
"Well Scott certainly was impressed."
I could see John blush. After we finished two games, both of which he won, we talked some more over a beer.
John surprised me when he said "You're very easy to talk to. I appreciate you helping lift my mood tonight. It's still early, how about I give you a tour of the Castro District?"
"I'd love to. I've walked back and forth from the subway, but I know there is a lot more to see."
I was a little uncomfortable at first, looking like another same sex couple. John was an excellent tour guide, and told me all about the area and about San Francisco. I asked about some of the bars, many of which he did not recommend, but I finally got him to take me to one on a side street. It was dark and surprised me when it was not full of smoke, a new and hated law forbidding smoking in public places. I could see guys sitting around tables, and John and I sat down with two beers. It wasn't long before I needed the bathroom.
John said "Let me go with you. The bathroom here can get pretty wild."
We weaved around the tables and found the restroom in the rear. John was right. What a wild sight! I could see 4 feet below the first partition, one on his knees. Two guys were stroking erections at the urinal, and moved to make room for John and I. I couldn't help but look as John pulled out his cock. It was thick with veins, cut and seemed to be semi-hard. With all the sexual energy in the room, I was having trouble pissing. It took me a few seconds of concentration before the flow began. I was starring at the wall when I happened to notice that John was looking my way. It was a struggle, but I stuffed it back in and zipped up. John followed me out and we returned to the table.
"You were right. That was pretty wild! I've never seen anything like it before. I thought with AIDS that you wouldn't see that stuff anymore."
"Well, AIDS has changed many things, and most guys are very careful to use see condoms, but there are still some action going on."
"The two guys at the urinal, were they jerking off?"
"Looked like it. It's a harmless activity with no danger of disease. That's pretty tame. In the old days you could find actual fucking in the john."
"I'm not gay, but I couldn't help getting a little aroused back there."
"Yeah, I noticed. You got a dick a lot like your brother's."
"You've seen my brother's dick?"
"I thought he would have told you, we were once lovers."
"I guess you don't think much about your brother's sexuality. He didn't tell me anything, and I've never asked him for too many details. He sure thought you were hot on Halloween."
He replied "Well, I was feeling pretty sexy that night. That body suit was almost like being nude. It was pretty wild, getting grouped and fondled in the streets."
"I can't even imagine what that would be like. I've led a pretty sheltered life in the mid-west. I must admit, I've been a little curious about what life is like out here. Scott seems really happy and free to be himself."
"When did you find out he was gay?" John asked.
"He told me when he was in college, but he never came out till he moved here."
"How did you feel about having a gay brother?"
"At first it was real strange, and I wanted to fix him. But I soon realized that this was who he was, and who was I to 'fix' him."
"This is pretty personal but, did you ever have a same sex experience?"
I could feel my skin blush as I formulated my response. "Not really. When I was fourteen the boy next door sucked me off at an overnight, and I reciprocated. We jerked off a lot before that, but he moved out of town shortly afterwards."
"When you bumped up against me in the subway that first day, I thought you were coming on me. Were you?"
"That's kind of weird. I noticed you right off. The suit you were wearing looked real expensive, and you had a body that showed it off. I guess I was attracted, which totally surprised me. The push of people was pretty overwhelming, and I must admit, I became aroused when I was pushed up against you."
"I noticed! I was trying to ignore you, but when you brought your hand up, I felt that against my ass. I was getting aroused to, but my stop came and I left."
"This is confusing for me. I consider myself straight, and was totally floored when I noticed you. I've had a hard time being around you."
"Hey, I noticed that too" John laughed. "Sorry, just a joke 'hard time' get it?"
"Oh, yeah. I get it"
"In the bathroom back there, you were trying not to get aroused. It seems your sexuality is more complicated that you thought."
"That very thought is going through my brain. I never thought about it before, you know, finding guys attractive. I find my wife very attractive, and enjoy looking at women."
"Hey, so do I. I can find beauty in all humans, male or female. Don't worry, your not turning queer. We all find ourselves attracted to others at different times in our lives, it's only natural."
"I better be getting back. Scott is probably wondering where I've gone. Thanks for the conversation and the tour. "
"I'll see you tomorrow. I'm helping Scott with the move. I guess I forgot to tell you that. There will be several guys there to help."
My thoughts were reeling as I walked home. My confusion was lifting as I thought about John's comments about attraction. He certainly was an attractive man, and nothing to be ashamed of to becoming aroused by him. Scott was waiting up when I returned. We both turned in as it moving day was going to take all the energy we could get. After a short phone call to my wife, I relaxed in the guestroom. I found myself stroking an erection as I sought relief form my own tension. I filled my navel with cum as I remembered the scene from the john. My fantasy was only now beginning to take shape.
The next day began very early, picking up the rental truck and finishing the final packing. Scott had three friends committed to help, and I was glad to see John among them. I tried to push all thoughts from my mind, but as I watched John lifting in his tank top, armpits sweating, shorts hiking up, my libido continued to be aroused. Confusion and guilt were the instant companions, but were quickly loosing the race.
Scott arranged take out for lunch. The conversation was casual and relaxed. I was the only one new to the circle, and being surrounded by Scott's gay friends was not as 'weird' as I had thought. At this moment I was glad that my wife was not here, as she would be uncomfortable. I found myself catching looks at John. His loose shorts gave me a birds eye view of his thigh, and occasionally his underwear, white jockeys.
We finished the move by 3:00 in the afternoon, and Scott arranged to take us all to a restaurant as his 'thank you.' John, and the other two guys, brought a change of clothes with them, and we waited in line for the two showers. John was just before me, and had a white towel wrapped around his waist when I entered the bathroom. My breath was sucked away as I saw this vision of masculinity standing before the mirror, face white with shaving cream. His chest has a light mat of brown hair that surrounded his nipples and upper chest, with a noticeable treasure trail down to his navel and beyond.
I was a little nervous undressing with him in the room. It was not a large bathroom, and I bumped against him when I took off my socks. I saved my underwear for last, and caught a quick glance of John in the mirror looking my way. I was semi-hard just knowing he was looking. I pulled the curtain closed and began to clean my body. I gave special attention to my cock and balls and was enjoying the feel of the soap and my hands. By the time I finished the shower, I was sporting a full-fledged hardon. I reached out for a towel on the rod, but couldn't reach it without pulling the curtain back a little. John was brushing his teeth, and caught a full view of my erection. I quickly used the towel to hide my arousal, and noticed that John's towel had a lump just about the sink. He looked so sexy all clean-shaven, but even more when he dropped the towel and put on his underwear. Even his white jockeys couldn't hide his manhood, which was snuggly held in place by the stretched fabric.
The restaurant was quite a drive, and I was beginning to think we should have brought camping equipment. When we finally got to Crocket, I thought he was taking us to the wrong place as we parked in front of a restaurant called Nantucket's. Once we passed the corner of the building, a beautiful bay appeared before us. The bay was crossed by a pair of metal trestle bridges, creating a dramatic setting. We sat on a picnic table outside, enjoyed a few beers, waiting for our seafood. I manipulated the seating to sit beside John. The table was crowded, and our legs touched. I placed my napkin on my lap, and brushed my hand against his thigh. I lingered longer than necessary, both aroused and repulsed by my own actions. I could feel the soft brown hairs on his leg. A few seconds later, John put his napkin on his lap, and brushed against my thigh, but moved his hand to lightly brush my inner thigh.
This hidden game was getting me increasingly aroused. I had to shift my shorts and underwear to allow room. The beer, the setting, the good food, all created a euphoric mood. I made a daring move, and brought my fingers to his inner thigh and moved upwards. John shifted to widen his legs. I stopped at his shorts, but John placed his hand over mine, and moved mine to his crotch. My brain was drunk with testosterone and alcohol, my nerve was increasing, as was my own dick.
I had not felt another hard dick since I was in high school. I didn't have much room to do more than touch, but it was wonderful. As soon as I retreated, John moved his hand up my thigh, and up the leg hole of my shorts. His touch was like velvet, and I could feel his heat. My dick was hard, and was not difficult to find, but impossible to free from my underwear.
I excused myself to use the restroom. I used a stall and quickly removed my underwear. I didn't have anyplace to put them, so I put them in the trash. I lowered my T-shirt to hide the bulge. When I returned to my seat, John returned to his activity, and was quickly rewarded free access to my dick. The sun was setting, the food was disappearing, and I'm sure no one noticed that I was preoccupied. John managed to bring me close to orgasm with his finger play. He retreated before I embarrassed myself with moans and groans. I returned to his lap, and enjoyed the exploration.
John and I shared the back seat with a third fellow. It had been a long day and our stomachs were full, and he fell asleep very quickly. John sat in the middle, and quickly began to explore my dick. It was dark and I slipped the waistband down under my balls. He brought me quickly to arousal. I returned the favor, and was soon in direct contact with his cock, which was larger and thicker than mine. As my finger brushed the tip, I felt some slippery pre-cum, which I immediately spread around the head. It was difficult for me to both give and receive pleasure at the same time, so I sat back and let John attend to my needs.
John used his hand to bring me to an intense orgasm. My wife is not fond of hand jobs, and will not give any attention to my balls, so John's touch was quite new and erotic. I was so glad the radio was on to cover my muffled groans. I made quite a mess on my shirt and pants, but John found a few fast-food paper napkins to wipe up.
John was still hard and was leaking. I explored his shaft, and spent a lot of time on his balls. There was not room to get more intimate, but I enjoyed this exploration. John had to watch his facial expressions, as he was visible from the rear-view mirror. I found that I really wanted to taste his cock, a new experience as an adult. He was quite a bit slicker than I was, and stoking him was easier with his flow of pre-cum. I had to be careful of making too much noise, but was soon rewarded by a splash of cum that almost hit my shirt. John relaxed after the orgasm passed. We used ever inch of dry napkins to clean up his copious amount of cum. I soon fell asleep.
When we pulled into the parking slot, John was asleep leaning on my shoulder. The other guys left in there own cars, leaving Scott, John and me talking on the sidewalk. The next day was Sunday, and Scott invited John to go along on our day trip to Stinson Beach. He accepted the offer and left for the evening. Once inside, I quickly zonked out on couch.
John woke us up pounding on the door "Good morning sleepy heads! Wake up!"
He brought bagels and hot coffee, which got our day off to a good start. Scott was a little grumpy when he couldn't find his toothbrush, clean underwear, or his coffee mug.
"Guys, I'm exhausted, and I've only got today to get this apartment in some type of order. John, would you mind taking my brother to the beach today and let me get organized? Zac, you don't mind do you?"
I had to look disappointed when I replied "No, it's ok, I understand."
John stated "Hey, I'd be glad to entertain your brother on his last full day in California. Hurry up Zac, let's get moving." He playfully pulled the sheet off me, exposing my naked body beneath. "Sorry man, thought you'd be wearing something. You bring a swimming suit?"
"I think my wife packed one here." I arose to dig through my suitcase, self-conscious of my nudity. I finally found it on the bottom. "Should I wear it now or change later?"
"It's a long way. I suggest changing at the beach. I have a bag in the car you can put it in. I've also got sunscreen if you burn."
It wasn’t long before we were out the door. I was impressed by John's car, a new Lexus. We drove the winding roads of California Highway One, and made a quick stop at Muir Woods, but there was no parking within a mile, so we moved on to the beach. It was sunny and nice, but I was unprepared for the cold ocean water. We changed into our suits in the public bathhouse, surrounded by other men. I suddenly realized that I was enjoying looking around. John and I found a place to layout our beach towels and get some sun. It was a fairly family type atmosphere, with lots of kids about. I started with the sunscreen on my arms and legs and John volunteered to get my back. It felt wonderful to have his hands massage in the cream. I was beginning to think that last night's hand job was not enough for my California adventure. I next rubbed the lotion on John's back and noticed that John's incredible body was attracting lots of attention, from both women and men. It made me feel very special to be in his company.
We walked a mile up and down the beach, enjoyed lunch in an open café on the main street of town. By early afternoon I was restless and ready to move on. We changed back into street clothes, this time with an empty room, but the threat of interruption kept us from anything more than exhibitionism. I was half hard just from the horse-play and the sexual energy flowing from John.. We drove further north to a town called Bolinas, and walked the streets of the quaint town. We soon found ourselves walking a rocky beach with no one in sight. We had avoided direct talk about sex till now.
"You really enjoyed yourself last night" John said.
"That was incredible. I've never been touched like that. You know, until this weekend I would have never thought I would enjoy a man's touch. Seeing you on that subway created an instant physical reaction like I've never experienced before. I find you incredibly attractive and sexy, and I'm flattered that you wanted to be with me today. I'm confused and aroused at the same time. Tomorrow I have to go home to my wife and kids, and I don't want to do anything to hurt them. Thanks for an incredible day."
"Hey, it's not over yet. I've really enjoyed being with you today. You’re a great guy, and very sexy and handsome yourself. If things were different, I think I could fall in love, but I know that it wasn't meant to be. I couldn't handle knowing that I was part of your marriage breaking up. So…I understand that today is it. Let's sit on the rock over there and enjoy the view."
We quietly sat, soaking in the sunshine and the quiet beauty of the Pacific Ocean. I wanted to rip off John's clothes, and was thinking about his body when I felt his hand on my thigh. He moved further up, and I made no effort to stop him. He had me hard in just a few seconds.
"Let's move over behind those big rocks, it will be more private" he said.
"John, I'm terribly confused. I really want to be with you right now, obviously by how hard dick is from your touch, but I'm not sure how much guilt I can live with. Could we take is easy?"
"Hey, I know this is all new to you, and must have hit you like a Kansas tornado. I'll take my cues from you and respect your wishes."
We moved to a more private place, spread our towels on the sand, and began to undress. John did a strip-tease dance to awaken my libido. His movements were sexy, and it was pure joy to see his body uncovered and aroused. I was already nude on my towel, and he moved towards my dick and swallowed me in one gulp. I was awash in a sea of lust as he used expert moves with his mouth. I couldn't believe the sensations he was giving me. He found every sensitive spot in places that I didn't know I had places. He took my balls, and bathed each one in his mouth. He found my rosebud, giving is special attention. I had never been touched there sexually, and it created overwhelming passion. I was so aroused that I ached for relief. He brought me close twice before stopping and laying down beside me.
I could not even remember what a man's dick was like in my mouth, but couldn't wait to get John's penis in my mouth. John encouraged me to slow down and savor the moment. His taste, especially the pre-cum that freely flowed was new and interesting. He was bigger than I expected, and my mouth soon tired of the stretch. I worked him with my fingers while I rested, and then moved to explore his balls. He spread his legs and pulled his knees forward to give me access to his ass. I wasn't sure what to do, so I began exploring with my fingers. I took some pre-cum and rubbed it into his rectum. I was soon able to insert a finger. I moved my tongue round the entire area, round and round, until I went for broke. My own body ached with sexual tension as I inserted my tongue into his most private place. John groaned and pleaded with me to fuck him. I had not intended to go that far, but my brain was no longer in control. John was ready, and brought out a condom and lubrication from his bag. He helped me roll it down my shaft and then put some extra lube on the latex. I enjoyed using my finger to spread the lube into his rectum.
The surf was behind us, and we could hear the waves hit the rocks. The sun was hot, but he breeze was cool on our bodies. I could not have created a more erotic setting if I had planned it all out. I paused a moment, about to penetrate the ass of the best looking guy I had ever seen. My dick was so swollen that even I didn't recognize it larger state. The entire universe stood still as I pressed against his tight muscle ring, and with a little work, pushed past into his warm insides. I was sure I was hurting him, but he took me and pushed back against me till my pubes were touching his balls. The sensation was new, warm and wonderful, and tighter than anything I had ever experienced. I had was so aroused that I had to be careful not to cum too quickly. My strokes were slow and deliberate at first, but I was soon lost in the fire. I stroked his cock with my hand when I waited to avoid orgasm. The sensation was so tight on my dick that I could feel when John approached his orgasm. When John began to spurt his cum all over his chest and tummy, I felt his ass tighten with contractions. The increased pressure sent me over the edge and I soon filled the condom. I collapsed on top of him, and could feel his cum between our chests. I moved to lay beside him and catch my breath. The sun felt so great on my body that I wanted to stay there forever, but it was late and we were both exhausted, so we brushed the sand from our bodies, dressed, and left or secluded beach.
I was quiet and struggling with my own guilt as we drove south towards the bridge. John seemed to understand and left me to my own thoughts. By the time he turned off for a quick tour of the Marin Headlands, I was in control of my emotions and admiring the view. We stopped at the lookouts, and John pointed out the landmarks of the city. The wind was pretty strong, but I enjoyed the view of the great city before us.
"Zac, I know you feel pretty guilty about what we did back there. I understand, I was once married myself. I know you can't see it now, but how could such immense pleasure be wrong? Our friendship is only stronger from the intimacy we shared. So, go back to your wife, be happy, and don't let the guilt eat you up! You 'straights' have a weird way of looking at sex, like it bonds you for life or something. Being gay, there is no such model to follow, and we can be friends with or without sex. Just like your brother and I, we're still friends even though were no longer lovers."
"You do seem to know what I'm thinking even before I do. This is a whole new concept, that what we shared builds our friendship, not destroys my marriage. It will take me awhile to work this all out, but I will."
John didn't linger around when he dropped me off. Scott seemed curious as he asked me about the day, but I kept my thoughts inside, and began the preparation to return home. Scott invited me to visit again, and I extended the same invitation to him. Our final evening was peaceful as we relaxed, ate, and talked, as only brothers can do.
At the airport, I was rewarded with a big hug and kiss from Suzie and kids. I couldn't wait to get my family home, safe and sound. That night, after we got the kids to sleep, my wife and I enjoyed our best sex ever. I was more aware of my own pleasure zones, and was more open to new ways to please her. At times I think of John, and now can see that I'm a better person for having known him.